THE NIGHT PIECE. TO JULIA. HER eyes the glowworme lend thee, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee! No will-o'th'wispe mislight thee, Not making a stay, Since ghost there's none to affright thee! Let not the darke thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber, The starres of the night Will lend thee their light Like tapers cleare without number! Then, Julia, let me wooe thee, My soule I'll poure unto thee. ON A TEAR. HERRICK. OH! that the Chemist's magic art The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from Chloe's eye; Then, trembling, left its coral cell,The spring of Sensibility! Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee the rays of virtue shine,— More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine. Benign restorer of the soul! Who ever fly'st to bring relief,— When first we feel the rude control Of love or pity, joy or grief. The sage's and the poet's theme, That very law which moulds a tear, ROGERS. CANZONET. On a day (alack the day!) Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen, 'gan passage find; Juno but an Ethiop were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love. SHAKSPERE. LOVE, passionate young Love, how sweet it is To have the bosom made a paradise By thee, life light'd by thy rainbow smile! LANDON. SONG. LOVE is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows; More we enjoy it, more it dies; Love is a torment of the mind, And Jove hath made it of a kind More we enjoy it, more it dies; Hey, ho! DANIEL. |